by Measha Stone
“Step out,” he instructed, and one by one her feet left the jeans. “So nice.” He smiled up at her closed eyes.
Her thighs were thick, muscular, and he ran his hands up them until he reached the lace of her panties. “I want to tear these off of you.” He kissed her just above the waistband.
She sighed heavily.
“Do you want me to?” His lips pressed against her warm skin again.
“Yes,” her heavy voice answered.
He grinned into her stomach, as he held the elastic of the panties in his hands. “How do you think you should answer?”
He bit her skin gently with his teeth. He was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath. A simple sound that stirred him so deeply.
“Yes, please?”
“Good, so good.” He growled into her skin. His thumbs dragged downward on her panties and pulled them down to her ankles.
She didn’t need further instructions; she moved her feet and stepped out.
“Too pretty to ruin.” He kissed her abdomen again.
Her stomach muscles tightened. He kept his hands on her hips, feeling the tension beneath them. His lips brushed against her belly button. Her skin was smooth under his tongue as he dragged along her stomach down to the small triangle of red curls.
He grinned up at her again. Her eyes were still closed.
“Open your eyes, Kelly.” He stood from his place on the couch, holding onto her arms to keep her steady. “Tell me what you feel.”
“Feel?” Her voice sounded far away, and she looked confused.
“Yes, are you feeling vulnerable? Happy? Horny?” He kissed her cheek and stroked her arms with his fingertips. Her hands remained on her breasts, but she was no longer fondling them.
“Yes.” She nodded, and he gave a little chuckle.
“Are you doing okay?” he asked in a hushed voice. His fingers wrapped around her wrists and pulled her hands up over her head, then positioned them behind her neck.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Good. Lace your fingers together.” He kept his gaze on her face, watching the range of emotions displayed there. No fear, no trembling, just want and lust. “Keep your hands there, no matter what. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
“What?” He deepened his tone.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He kissed her cheek again and nibbled tenderly on her earlobe; her sigh of pleasure drove him deeper into his own lust for her. “If you need me to slow down, you say ‘yellow’.” His fingers traced her collarbone and traveled lower until they hovered over her taut nipples. “If you need me to stop, you say ‘red’. Is that clear?”
“Yes.” An urgency danced in her tone.
“And your hands stay where they are. Do not move them.” He bit her shoulder, relishing in her muffled squeal.
She nodded again, and he brought his gaze to meet with hers.
“I can not hear you when you shake your head,” he said, hardening his tone. “You must always answer me with words. Is that clear?”
“Yes.” She sounded a bit sheepish to his ears.
“If I have to tell you again about this, I will punish you.”
Her breath picked up, and her eyes darkened at his words.
He gently began to twirl her nipples between his fingers.
Her throat convulsed as she swallowed hard.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Her voice was a bit stronger, and her back arched to push her breasts toward him.
He released her. “Stand still.”
He pulled his right hand back and slapped her breast hard enough for it to bounce and for her to jump at the impact. He repeated the action on her opposite breast. Her hands remained laced behind her neck, her eyes refocused in front of her, not looking down at his movements.
He delivered two more swats to her tits. “God, they bounce so nice,” he murmured as he leaned down to wrap his lips around the areola of her right tit.
He suckled hard, flicking the nipple with his tongue. The low growl she gave hardened his dick to the point he was sure his jeans wouldn’t be able to hold him back much longer.
Her skin smelled sweet. Using the pads of his forefinger and the thumb of each hand, he rolled her nipples, bringing his eyes back to hers. “You are so beautiful like this.” His voice was husky as he continued, “Your obedience is fucking hot, your tits are gorgeous, and you taste like honey. How is that possible?”
He brought his lips down on hers, feeling her reciprocate his passion. Her teeth bit at his lips as he deepened the kiss; her response met his expectations and pushed through them. Her eyes pouted when he pulled away.
Keeping his fingers doing their dance on her breasts, he kissed the tip of her nose. “Tell me what you’re thinking. What you want right now.”
“I don’t know. Everything all at once.” Her honesty pleased him.
“Such impulsiveness.” He lifted the corner of his lips in a smirk. She was becoming more enticing, more erotic with each revelation of her personality. He dropped his hands from her breasts, and using only his forefinger, he reached down and found her heat. “So wet.” His smile widened.
“Can I touch you?” she asked in a hushed voice. Her cheeks reddened softly at her request.
He realized she wasn’t one for asking permission when it came to sex.
“Where would you like to touch me?” He arched an eyebrow.
“Everywhere.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It’s Nice to Take Turns
Kendrick eyed her silently.
“Ask politely,” he finally spoke.
The sound of his voice continued to engage Kelly’s nerve endings as though his fingers were touching them. Authority rang in every word he spoke; his tone, even when soft, never came off weak. She knew if she were to push him, to cross him, he would end the pleasant touches. Not sure if he would punish her or not, or what that punishment might be, she didn’t tempt him. The pleasure of obeying was too great.
“May I please touch you?” She presented her words slowly and with purpose.
He eyed her again in silence, as though he was unsure if he should give in to her request. All touch from him vanished. He stepped away from her and stood at the end of the couch.
“Keep your hands where they are and follow me.” He gave his order and turned from her.
She followed him, obeying once again his command. The few stairs to the upper level of his apartment weren’t very hard to navigate, but she worried she would look awkward with her arms over her head if he were to turn back and look at her. He never did.
He led her to his bedroom. She stood in the doorway, unsure of what to do next. She watched as he drew the window curtains—not that anyone could see in at the height in which his apartment was located. The lake was his view; no other apartments looked in on him.
His movements were casual. She noticed a tattoo on his right arm, a dark band that went all the way around and peeked out from the sleeve of his shirt.
Once he seemed pleased with the room, he stood at the end of the bed and pulled off his shirt. The tattoo she’d seen wrapped around his arm accentuating his bicep. Centered on his arm was a circular emblem. Inside the thick lines of the circle were three smaller shapes, like a triple yin yang. Each had a small dot in the rounded portion of it. Sharp jagged lines forked out around the emblem and spread throughout the rest of the tattoo that went up his arm and filled his shoulder. Not usually one for tattooed men, she found herself attracted to this particular one.
It felt to her that there was something more to the inked art than just an appealing pattern. She’d seen the image before during her internet marathons. The three spokes within the design stood for the three elements of BDSM—safe, sane and consensual. The idea that he was so involved, so immersed in the community she’d longed to know, proved to her even further that Kendrick was a man who was true to himself and she could trust him.
She moved her attenti
on to his stomach, and she could tell he took his workouts seriously. His chest boasted more of the same, muscles. When her gaze finally made its way up to his face, she found him staring at her with a raised eyebrow and an arrogant grin. Her cheeks flushed with heat at being caught gaping at his body.
“I suppose it’s only fair that you get your fill of my body. I did yours.” He sounded logical, but his tone held a hint of levity.
Her elbows were beginning to ache; she moved them, but she didn’t unlace her fingers.
He took three long strides and was suddenly in front of her. Her eyes fixated on his chin as he reached behind her. The musky smell of his aftershave embraced her. She let him pull her hands to her sides.
His fingers were rough, calloused, as he rubbed her arms. “Better?” he asked.
“Yes.” She nodded. “Thank you.” Her gaze wandered up to his, and for a moment, she couldn’t breathe. The deep green of his eyes pulled her in, and a warmth came over her, a comforting sensation she didn’t want to move away from.
They had locked eyes several times over the course of their afternoon, but he had not been as close as this. The sting of her breasts from the light spanking he’d given them was fading away, but she felt a heat within her that continued to forge on as his finger traced her lower lip.
“You said you wanted to touch me,” he whispered, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
Keeping it in the thick braid was an impossible feat, but at least most of it was out of her face.
“Yes.” She nodded again.
“Well?” he prodded with a small step back to give her room. “Let your hands wander…everywhere. But if I tell you to stop, you will obey me, yes?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sure of it.” He flashed her a confident smile.
She tucked her upper lip into her lower and looked him over, deciding where to begin her exploration. Settling on his shoulders, she slid her hands up his chest and let them settle there for a moment as she glanced at him. An approving nod made her move her hands lower; she felt the ripples of his muscles beneath his tattoo and moved lower still, until she made her way to his jeans. Another look of approval, and she unbuttoned the jeans.
“Kneel when you do this.” His voice sounded hoarse, and she couldn’t discern if it was lust or a slight irritation at her ignorance.
Keeping her gaze away from his, she glided down to her knees.
“Good.” He ran his hand over her hair and cupped her cheek in his hand.
The result was a rush of comfort overwhelming her senses. Her nerves tingled and her heart expanded, all from the simple act of his touch to her face.
Wanting more of his affection and approval, she steadily lowered his jeans along with his boxers, until he kicked them away with his foot. Her eyes settled on his hardness, a breath away from her lips. She was no virgin, but she found herself nervous at the prospect of touching him. She moved her hands up his strong thighs. Then she cautiously cupped his balls with her left hand, grinning at the hiss of pleasure that escaped him. A small bead of moisture loomed at the tip of his dick, and she took it as an invitation.
Tightening her tongue until the tip turned spoon-like, she lifted the ball of liquid from his head. Another deep sigh from him and his hand dropped from her cheek.
She wrapped her right hand around the thickness of his shaft, using more pressure as she stroked her hand toward the tip. Needing no further urging, she took him into her mouth and began to lick at the sensitive bud beneath the glans as she suckled him with her mouth.
“Ahh, God!” His ragged moan reached her as she began to use both hands to stroke him.
She continued to dance her tongue on his head, and his hands tangled in her hair.
“Stop.” She barely heard him before he pulled her back from his cock by her hair.
She looked up, feeling saliva on her lips and chin.
“Don’t.” He pushed her hands away when she tried to clean herself up. “I like it.” He looked down at her as though she were the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.
His determined stare, his confident voice made her feel sexy. The silly sensation she’d had a moment ago about having spit on her chin from sucking him disappeared. She smiled back and put her hands in her lap.
“Stand.” He didn’t pull her, but he didn’t let go of her either, as she regained her footing. He led her to the bed with a soft push, but he still didn’t release her.
Being led about by her hair gave way to another array of emotions and tingling sensations throughout her body she hadn’t experienced before. She could feel herself responding; the yearning she suddenly had for him seemed to consume her. She needed him inside of her and was sure she would die if he didn’t give her what she wanted.
Once near the bed, he shoved her onto the mattress. The springs bounced with the added weight. She landed facedown but rolled over to look up at him.
He stood close to her with an arrogant grin plastered on his lips. “Open your legs,” he commanded, lightly touching her knee with his forefinger.
Adjusting herself on the bed, she spread her legs. Her face lit on fire with his eyes on her in such a way. Men didn’t look at her down there, at her pussy; it wasn’t done. The excitement of his desire to see her, to look at her drowned out any embarrassment that flickered within her.
He kept his gaze on her as he reached toward his nightstand, pulling something out of the drawer. She watched his movements as he opened the foil packet and rolled the condom onto his long shaft. The act only intensified her desire to have him fill her. She’d never felt such a longing before. Horny yes, but the thirst for his cock to be buried balls deep in her, this was new. It was exhilarating.
Before she could react, his hands were running down her thighs and cupping her wetness. He gave her another suave grin, while he slipped two fingers into her.
She groaned with the fullness of it.
“I’d say you’re ready.” He removed his fingers and leaned over to kiss her thigh.
She pushed back on the bed, nearly hitting him with her leg in the process.
“What was that?” he asked with a firm tone. “Don’t move away from me.” He placed a steady hand on her leg and climbed on to the bed with her.
He claimed her mouth before she could argue her point that she hadn’t been moving away, but merely making room for him. As the kiss deepened, they maneuvered fully onto the bed. His hands roamed over her body, kneading her breasts, fondling her nipples.
She ran her hands down his back, taking in each muscle as a sign of strength and discipline.
“I need you,” she whispered into his mouth. “Please.” She urged him with an arching of her hips.
His response was to firmly hold her to the bed.
She growled. He chuckled.
“Impulsive.” He kissed her lightly and leaned up to look at her. “What is it you need?” he asked with an impish grin. “I want you to ask. Nicely.” He ran his thumb down her jaw line.
“Please.” She sighed heavily. She’d never needed to say the words before. “Please, put your dick in me.”
He kissed her and pressed his erection against her slippery slit.
“Please.” She tried to arch up again and was rewarded with a pinch to her hip. He was so close to entering her she could feel herself open for him. Her eyes begged him when her words no longer worked. With patience she would never possess, he began to slide into her. The full sensation drove her mad, and she gripped his shoulders with her nails.
A fast thrust placed him completely inside of her, and she cried out with relief. Together, they moved, following the rhythm to a melody only their bodies could hear. Hungry kisses and eager sighs filled the air as they moved about the bed. One position melded into another, him leading the waltz.
She found herself on top, her hands pushing against his chest as she rode him. Her mind reeled from the immense pressure his cock created inside of her. The feather touches of his fingers on her clit
as she moved up and down on him built her pleasure to an almost painful level. Feeling his eyes watching her, devouring her, she dug her fingernails into his chest. There was an urgent need to please him, to make him feel the incredible feelings she was embracing as she teetered on the edge of ecstasy.
“Fuck.” She growled as she leaned forward a bit, grinding her clit into his palm.
“No, lean back.” He pushed her. She looked at him with confusion. “Lean toward my legs, there. Like that.”
She tried to position herself. Remaining on her knees, she moved her hands behind her, near his thighs on the mattress, exposing her pussy to him, while his cock was still embedded in her.
His fingers found her swollen clit again and began a more advanced assault.
She groaned and clenched the sheets in her hands.
“You’re close. I can feel you. Fuck, you’re so hot and wet.” His voice sounded as if it came from off in the distance. “Come for me, Kelly. Come for me.”
The words stroked her heavily, like another set of hands, bringing her to her orgasmic home. Strong, raging waves took her mind away, letting her float through the orgasm. The intense pleasure of her climax blinded her from anything other than her and him. She didn’t recognize her own cry of pleasure until her muscles began to settle and her mind stopped reeling. Her heart raced, her mind clouded as her immense climax slowly faded.
She leaned forward, resting her head on his chest, catching her breath. His kisses reminded her they weren’t finished.
“Roll over.” He gently pushed her from him.
She rolled onto her back and looked up at him with a come get me grin.
He grabbed her thighs and wrapped his arms around them, pulling her closer to him. When he pushed forward, they were entangled once again.
Her hands wandered over his shoulders, chest, and arms as he thrust into her. She watched his face turn from a controlled pleasure to an intense thirst.
She touched his cheek, a light fingertip touch, bringing his gaze to hers. His eyes darkened and rolled before closing as he took his pleasure with her body. She heard him grunt and felt him begin to convulse inside of her. She smiled as he collapsed on top of her, burying his face into her neck.